Franelli’s was Jayden’s favourite restaurant in the whole of Hampshire: a right fancy Italian place that Darren always rolled his eyes at, but made Jayden feel all posh and proper and spoiled. So he had absolutely no problem with Darren offering Franelli’s as a date, because it meant Darren would pay and be all dressed up in nice clothes that fit well (for once) and…okay, this time it wouldn’t end the way it usually did (s*x in Darren’s car afterwards) but that was just the cherry on the icing on the cake. Jayden would still have icing and cake.
Still, it was…vaguely suspicious, especially as Darren wasn’t quite back to normal yet (he was still sleeping too much, and he’d gone a bit teary the other morning in the kitchen because the kettle had busted) and once the waiter disappeared with
